Personal Narrative: My First Star War

Oh my gosh, I forgot it was my sister’s birthday. I rushed down the stairs trying not to wake her up. Today was the day I got to go where I had been wishing to go my whole life, Cedar Point. The smell of French toast was strong in the air as I sneaked into the kitchen as quiet and spy-like as I could.

As we run I feel the warm trickle of sweat sliding down my back as we trek back up the hill to our barracks, and the burning sensation through my already tired legs as I pull myself upwards. I make my way through the jagged rocks and surprising ditches as we turn around a bend, revealing our dark brown wooden barracks. Once we arrive, I weave my way through the other girls towards my bed.and grab my shower stuff, and, then, head to the bathroom in the barracks. I hang my tinkerbell beach towel on a hook and bend over to grab my mesh shower bag, instantly regretting it. My hand reflexively jumps to hold my left knee as sudden pain blazed through the leg.

I remember seeing the eye of Hurricane Katrina on tv as it spiraled towards the coast of Louisiana. Suddenly, my body began to shiver, heart pounding overwhelmed with fear, my mind clouded with negative thoughts creating false scenarios thinking the world was about to end. Eventually, I manage to snap out of my trance-like state and run upstairs to my bedroom to pack clothes. I scanned my room looking for my Powerpuff girls backpack and rapidly started packing everything from shirts, jeans, pajamas, and undergarments cramming as much as I could into my bag. Afterwards, I dashed downstairs to unite with my older brother and mother.

Soto states,“Maria took off her jeans and T-Shirt, and changed into a dress. She went through her mother’s closet to borrow a pair of shoes and drenched her wrists in Charlie perfume. She put on coral-pink lipstick and smudge of blue eye shadow. She felt beautiful, although a little self-conscious. She took off some of the lipstick and ran water over her wrists to dilute the fragrance.”

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Hectic First Day “BRICK SQUAD!” Waka Flocka Flame’s gun music blast through my phone, telling me it’s time. I jump on my sister Bri “Get up and help me get ready!” I run up the stairs and rush into the bathroom. I brush my teeth, do my hair, and put on a little makeup.

I proceeded to watch the highlights from last night’s games in the NBA. It didn’t take long for the Stephen Curry highlight reel of remarkable three-pointers to start playing. Watching in amazement, I imagined myself doing the same in my game later that night. As I arrived at school, my routine continued to go on as normal.

It was a usual Saturday morning. I lay in my restful bed feeling comforted, as it seems to cradle me in its soft hands. I felt alone. My long-term boyfriend, Michael, and I were fighting again. I changed into my yoga attire, slipped on my remarkable red Nikes and drove off to the gym.

Later in the recovery room I begun to feel the difference, the heaviness of my leg the swelling, and overall numbness endured by the mandatory nerve block. After 30 minutes the redressed me in my snap up sweats, and a ratty old soccer shirt. slowly placed me into a wheel chair and eased me into the back seat of my mothers suv. The first two weeks were easy, staying in bed, while watching television not allowing my self to even think about putting weight on my leg even to use the bathroom. The only struggle was showering, my incision was to new to be wet, without fear of infection;therefore I had to sit in my shower with chair covering my leg with a 12 gallon trash bag securely fastened around my leg propped up to decrease swelling.

Carrying on, I needed a cool glass of water. I slowly walked out of my tiny bedroom, and it felt amazing to get a little bit of fresh air. I am just going to say it is very bothersome staying in a tiny room while coughing up hairballs, or what it felt like. I took one turn out of my doorway and I was about to go down the hallway to the kitchen when my parents’ whom were bickering intrigued me.

not intentional. To prevent this from happening again, step 8 of the Troop Leading Procedure was done and rehearsed by “identifying our weaknesses and practicing essential task((ATTP 5-0.1 p4-1,)” by giving everyone a class on “Arm-and-Hand signal”. My take away from that experience was, even though accidents do happen, they can also be prevented by allowing only individuals who are trained to operate a certain piece of equipment, be the operator for that equipment. As the saying goes, “Life is not fair,” during that whole deployment, the only award that my Fuel section and I received was an AAM.